Perfectly wise quotes.

For a good 7-8 months, I was deeply depressed. There were quite a few factors, but as soon as I said "Fuck this, I'm going for a walk" my mood started to change. I was out in the sun. I was taking in fresh air. I wasn't staring at my fucking ceiling, and my head was starting to clear.

Here, every third teenager has "deep depression."

For the next two years, forgetting about everything: his dreams, goals, roots, forgetting about his own "self," Ailenberg reveled in power and luxury. He became the unofficial master of the city, its terror and its protector. But each subsequent day clearly reminded Christoph of the previous one; time merged into a single, viscous river without end or edge. The mage was overcome by depression; he didn't leave his huge house for days on end, lying on the bed for hours, as if paralyzed, staring at the marble ceiling. And the moment came when he broke down and left, crossing out and leaving everything behind.